Today was my stepdaughter's last day of high school. I'm excited for her. There are so many new chapters starting in our little family. Middle stepdaughter just graduated from college and moved to Massachusetts. Youngest graduating high school and headed for Boston to college in late summer. Our granddaughter turning one year old this summer. I'm turning fifty in the fall, and my husband and I will be alone for the first time since we married. This summer also offers a memorable marker of all the changes--the return of the thirteen-year cicada. They're horrible looking. Hundreds of them emerged from our yard, now perched on every leaf of every tree. Creepy little things. But wonderfully strange in a creepy way. Their crisp little shells are everywhere. They crawled out, leaving them behind on every tree trunk, plant stem, and bicycle tire.
I love change. I love the whole package--the sad, the bittersweet, the angst, the excitement. New possibilities and the closure of chapters you loved or hated. Closure is good. New is good too. Scary, sometimes, but still good. Shedding the old skin feels great.
Are you in the middle of a change? How's it going for you? You feeling more like an excited empty nester or a cicada?
(c) 2011 Sheri Smith Bertolini
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